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  1. Public Bookmark 19

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    “Is my brother truly dead, do you think?” 

    Ormund turns then, to stare at those wide eyes and that straightened, noble back. So recognizable, all the beauty of a maid in a song and the bearing of a prince from a fantasy. “Such unexpected insolence,” he murmurs, “from a mere squire.” 

    The boy’s lip curls. “Is my brother truly dead, my lord?” 

    in the dark of the night, lord ormund hightower, guardian to prince daeron targaryen, converses with his squire.

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    17 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 15

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    "Good boy," Ormund murmured, stroking his hair. "Such a good boy. You took that so well, Daeron. I am so proud of you."

    There was a mole on Lord Ormund’s belly. Daeron had never noticed it before.

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    16 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 14

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    Ormund decides that Daeron must grow up. He's already chosen who will teach him how.

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    15 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 21

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    Shhh," he breathed directly against Daeron's lips, and the sound was almost soothing, almost tender. His breath — hot, mingled with the boy's own — settled on his skin in a damp warmth. "Don't run from me. Not now."

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    14 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 6

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    "You haven't answered," he rasps, clinging to the remnants of his anger like a drowning man to a piece of wreckage.

    Ormund tilts his head to the side. Studies him. And Daeron knows this look—it is how one looks at a particularly successful move in a chess game.

    "You are jealous of a boy I bought for a few silver coins?" he asks, genuinely.

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    14 Jul 2026